Ever build a blanket fort? I bet it’s been a few years unless you have young kids or grandkids. There’s something that feels so safe about crawling beneath a canopy of blankets.

Feels like I’ve been hiding beneath a blanket fort this past week. I haven’t been visiting many blogs, or spending much time on facebook. I’ve just been too preoccupied.

No big secret I’ve just been quite busy working on revisions lately. It sometimes happens to writers.

The story I’m working on has been occupying my thought. I’ve been breathing it most of my waking hours, trying to fit all the tiny little details in. I’m not a whole lot of fun to be around seeing how I need to get to the bottom of the story I’m working on. Yes folks, I’m in the middle of make believe again.

Working on revisions is a bit like crawling inside a fort made of blankets. I’m aware of the outside world around me, and yet I want to stay inside my fort, protecting my thoughts, reaching inside to find all the right words. While I seem to love doing revisions I don’t like putting the rest of my life on hold. I have some books I want to get read from a few blogging friends of mine, not to mention we’ll be having some visitors over the 1st of July holiday. They may appreciate having clean sheets on the bed.

So bear with me while I’m in my blanket fort. I promise I’ll soon come out and see what everyone else is doing. For now there’s a sign on my fort that says: PLEASE DO NOT DISTURB, but hopefully that sign won’t be there for too long.